We dumb smart kids got guts; we're buying in without selling out.   And we're great at parties.   Misplaced-aggression chic, or ill-read rebel's grief, we've got our weapons.  We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.   I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent.   I spent all my cash on you, got nothing left.   We mock the tags we were at our subculture fairs; and we fight from checkout tills.   Hot, well dressed and dumb disposable income with a knack for abstraction.   We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.   I'll buy you everything babe, that's the way I'll show you my dissent.   I spent all my time with you, and we're singing...   I don't care about the state of the world today.   We'll drown, but damn won't we look good.   I don't care about the fate of youth anyway.   It's for the buying, looks as good as trying.   I don't care about the state of the world today.   I don't care.   'Cause we don't know better.   We live with blinders on.   Our memory nearly gone.   We get new fall-line chills.   Dissent and dollar bills!   What do we see, what do we do?  We've made a lifetime wearing our comfort on tattered sleeve.   I'll buy you everything baby, that's the way I show you my dissent.   I spent my cash on you, got nothing left.